Monday, January 8, 2007

Ben



This is the very first photo we have of our Ben. His story has a hint of the miraculous about it. In the 25 years we have lived out in the country, only one stray animal, a kitten, has ever made it's way to our home, until the night of March 5, 2004. In the weeks before, we were having our downstairs bathroom changed over into a bathroom/laundry room. The old fan was turned into an outside light that shone out into the north pasture. The very first night we turned it on, I was downstairs alone around 10 pm. Suddenly, I saw, sitting in the glow of that light, a black dog. Once he saw me, he followed me from window to window all around the house, ending up on the front terrace. I went out to visit him, and it was like we were long lost friends. I could tell right off that he was a wonderful dog. The evening was mild for March, so I put a blanket down on the porch with some water. I thought, we'll see if he's still here in the morning and he was waiting at the door when we got up. We let out our other two dogs, and they were all fine together. Then came the hard part. We called the police in the two nearest towns, and the vet to see if anyone had reported a dog missing. No one had, thank goodness. We waited a few days, and then brought him up to the vet for a checkup and shots. Other than being a bit thin, he was in good shape, and they thought he was probably under two years old. He had been neutered, so someone had taken care of him. Who knows his story, but we find it a wonder that the light went on and he came to it. We call him the "wise dog" following the light.

Our daughter was married at home a couple months after Ben arrived, and he was the "wedding dog". He is in a lot of the wedding pictures, including the one of the whole family which was our Christmas card that year.
[addendum: the marriage ended in divorce in 2007.]

He is the fellow who takes care of us. If I should have even the slightest sound of sadness or upset in my voice, Ben is there beside me, putting his head in my lap and looking up at me with those brown eyes. If one of the dogs is outside wanting to come in, Ben lets us know. He is such a great dog, and in many ways, the very best we've ever known. At the time of his arrival, we were watching all the dvds of Friends, and his name came from Ross' baby son.



6 comments:

  1. Such a nice story. Ben was meant to be yours and I bet you knew that soon after his appearance, didn't you. We haven't had a dog find us for years and years now. Plenty of cats though. My husband asks why our back door. I just shrug and tell him they know. Somehow they know. Just as Ben did.

    ReplyDelete
  2. We're on the same wave-length once again, dear Nan. I posted about my kitty tonight. Planned to before I saw your post. :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. That's a beautiful story. Our animals are truly special parts of our lives. Thank you for sharing. Ben's a handsome dog, by the way.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Nan, that is a lovely story. We have two dogs and they are such important members of the family, I know what Ben must mean to you.

    ReplyDelete
  5. My Ben is quite the blogstar now. :<)

    Seriously, thank you all for your comments. He really is a dear boy. I'll be giving the other two dogs their own blog entry soon. I'm going in alphabetical order. Then I'll do the two cats. Must be fair. :<)

    ReplyDelete
  6. I LOVE reading about Ben! Thanks for telling us about him. He is an angel dog from heaven who is meant to be with you. Enjoy his presence and friendship. He sounds so very special!

    ReplyDelete

Now that I am a grandmother, it seems that I am often late in replying to your most-appreciated comments. But I read them as soon as they come in, and I will write as soon as I can. Please do come back and check. I love these blogging conversations.
Also, you may comment on any post, no matter how old, and I will see it.